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“How’s it feel, love?”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just whimpered, not wanting to admit how much of an effect this was having on me. The steel plug was heavy inside of me. I’d never felt so full in my life. It was a taboo, foreign feeling and I couldn’t deny that I liked it.

“Answer me,little girl,” he warned.

“It hurts, but…” I replied, my voice tapering off.

“You want to come for me, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I nodded, shame filling me.

He didn’t reply. He just moved the plug in and out, in and out, until the pain lessened and the pleasure grew.

I could feel my orgasm building, a tight knot deep in my belly. I tried to fight it, but I could feel myself sailing closer and closer to the edge.

I couldn’t…

Icouldn’tcome like this.

And then, just as I was about to sail over the brink, he stopped. He pulled the plug out with a slow, deliberate motion and I cried out of the sudden loss of fullness.

“Not yet, love. You’ll come with my cock buried deep in your naughty little ass and not a moment before,” he said.

“Sir,” I whispered, shuddering at the wicked volley of pleasure that spiraled through me at his words.

I heard him move behind me, and then the sound of his zipper lowering filled the room. My heart leapt into my throat and then his hand landed on my back, firm and commanding.

“Arch your back, love. Show me you’re going to be a good girl for your punishment,” he coaxed, and I couldn’t help but be obedient.

With a shaky breath, I arched my back, spreading my legs wider, knowing that I was fully exposed to him.

I could feel the heat of his body behind me, could practically hear the beating of his heart as he settled in. I didn’t dare look back at him, not daring to meet his eyes, but the anticipation of what was coming had my body trembling with need.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, and my heart nearly burst with joy in my chest.

His cock brushed against my wet pussy, and I gasped.

“This little pussy is so wet, I’m not going to even need to use lube to fuck your bottom, naughty girl,” he said darkly, and my heart cinched tight just as he thrust into me with one hard stroke.

One.

Two.

Three times he thrust into me, thoroughly coating his cock with my own arousal before he pulled out. When the blazing hot head of his cock pressed against my asshole, I gasped and tried to crawl away, but he easily held me in place with a single hand on my waist.

He started pressing inside my tight rim of muscle and I panicked.

Not the ‘you didn’t study for a pop quiz’ type of panic.

But a real panic, the type of panic I felt from the top of my scalp all the way down to the tips of my toes. I cried out, but that didn’t stop him.

If anything, it only pushed him onward.

Inch by slow inch, his cock drove into my reluctant hole. My vision blurred, and my lungs seized. The pain was immediate, white hot, and intense.

His cock filled my tight hole, stretching me more than the plug had. It felt like I was being split open, like my insides were being torn apart.

How much more would it have hurt if he hadn’t prepared me for this?

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